-"Because butterflies will dance among the flowers, because you will bloom in my eyes. Butterflies and you have the same colorful clothes."
The fear of transferring to another school is all embedded in the introverted skin.
Zhou Jian's uneasiness is like a drop of turbid water dripping into a clear river with no one to accompany it.
The turbidity of the afternoon, the hot air, and the sweat sliding down my cheeks.
Zhou Jian wiped her forehead with her hand, looked back out the window, and saw a girl walking in, dazzling her eyes.
Seeing her walking in, she smiled brightly.
Zhou Jian lowered his eyelids, which seemed good.
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Note that the demining cp is different before and after
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There will be a reversal later
It's not a pure campus. On the contrary, there are few campus descriptions.
Intention: Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, but he could not hope for them.